Thursday, December 14, 2006

There goes my laptop

The premature death of my laptop is probably the best illustration of "Everything happens for a reason".

Now I have a perfectly legitmate excuse (to myself) to get a MacBook.

But before that, I will have to do without my connection to the world when I am not at work for a little while.

Bumper.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

祝你生日快乐

致:影响我至深的你,

虽然不知道你此刻身在世界的哪个角落, 但在这里,我诚恳地,由衷地,祝愿你身体永远健康,生命里一直都满载幸福。。。

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

遗失的美好之 - 单纯

看了几集的<<冲上云霄>>之后,心中涌现了一些感触。

其中,尤其感叹“单纯”是多么容易遗失的人性特质。

这部连续剧应该也有至少一两年的历史了吧。而在这段日子里,在戏中饰演一名21岁,开朗,知足及乐天的机场地勤人员胡杏儿,也从香港电视台的小家碧玉晋升成为当家花旦之一。对于近来越来越深感自己无论是心境或躯体都正在急速老化的我来说,她在戏里那天真烂漫的气质 - 尤其是眼神 - 是无比的让人羡慕及嫉妒。

但是经过戏末那几年的洗礼后,我发现如今在杂志或报章里看到的她,眼神多了些深沉,而单纯的味道却已近乎不复存在。即使仍然是在戏剧里扮演年轻及讨喜的角色,但就是不一样了。

成长的过程 - 身份,地位,和经历的不同 - 难道非得让夺走可贵的单纯吗?

小孩的快乐来自单纯,长大了却恨不得快点抛掉单纯来换得所谓的智慧与成就。

不值得。。。但在单纯是被视为一种性格和处世缺陷的人生阶段里,也似乎没的选择。

何况,单纯往往是在每一天的纷纷扰扰中,不知不觉遗失的。


P.S. 我常认为,真正出卖人类年龄的罪魁祸首不是眼睛周围的皱纹,而是咱们的眼神。就好比一位拥有好演技的30来岁演员不论化上再怎么棒的老妆也无法真正神似一位60岁老父/妇 - 就因为眼神。

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Cherish life and love - for they can be lost in a heartbeat

My Primary School playmate held her wedding last Saturday.

And because we had lost touch for a long time till we finally met once before her wedding, I did not experience the usual excitement I have when attending most weddings, for I do not know the slightest bit of history of her courtship with her husband.

However, when pictures of their courting days started flashing on those two huge screens in the banquet hall, I found myself silently and consistently chanting, "Let them be happy, healthy and true to each other way into the future".

I know that makes me seem like one extremely maudlin weirdo, but those wishes came naturally and sincerely, because - let's face it - love and marriage are such fragile items these days, and life is so unpredictable.

Especially when a friend of mine had a huge row with her boyfriend just a day before the wedding and freaked me out big-time with the ensuing drama, one which jolted me wide awake from my deep slumber and saw me making a mad dash to the hospital.

While another acquaintance passed away as a result of a failed lap-band surgery to lose weight, mere months after he got married.

Ok now I have gone from maudlin to morbid.

Anyway, the point is, many recents events have made me realised just how fragile and unpredictable everything is, and nothing should ever be taken for granted.

Night.



Dawn Leng + Dementia

This is hilarious.

Out of mere boredom, I googled myself just to see how many other "Dawn Leng" are there in the universe, and for a hint of the kind of world they inhabit.

Apparently, there are not that many around...at least not in cyberspace.

Then I came across this sentence, "Hello! This Dawn Leng here...I am too lazy to apply for a Blogger account thus chose to post this "anonymously. I read this in yesterday's Lianhe Zaobao' supplement..."

Another "Dawn Leng" right here in Singapore?!

This I got to see!

I clicked on the site and that sentence turns out to be a comment posted to a female blogger.

On and on I read, and there's stuff like "Berlin" mentioned in it, which intrigued me, so I ploughed on.

And then suddenly, it all came back to me - and you would probably have guessed it by now, it was posted by yours truly!

I can't believe how preachy I sound...but then again, it sounds like me! ; )

Here is the entry:

"Hello! This Dawn Leng here...I am too lazy to apply for a Blogger account thus chose to post this "anonymously".

I read this in yesterday's Lianhe Zaobao' supplement: Berlin was completely ravaged and devastated during the World War II – but that also opened up the opportunity for her to be rebuilt in various whole new ways.

Like the quote you placed in this blog article, success is never final and failure is never fatal. A loss of opportunity might just be the thing that opens up new avenues of possiblities for you – possibilities that never once occurred to you or might have occurred to you but never taken seriously as you were busy being stuck somewhere.

Now that life is temporarily free and easy for you, you can afford some time to really think about what you want or where you intend to head.

Don't be in too much of a hurry, but be careful not to drag your feet subconsciously too. As long as you are fully aware of what you are doing (and fully aware that you are really NOT finding excuses for yourself), you shouldn't have to bother with others' "loafer" comments. Sometimes, a really good break is really essential to moving on, but I still maintain this – as long as you are really sure you know what you are doing.

According to the article, Berlin is today the very unique, creative and bustling capital of Germany. It is a capital that is very different to the concepts that most people have of capitals – not everyone would be in love with her, but those who can appreciate what she has to offer, falls truly, madly and deeply in love.

This is the lesson the Berlin article has taught me...doom is really the beginning of boom (if you possess the right attitude and regularly check that the attitude in question is indeed still moving you in the direction you want), and that if you intend to be different, you will have to be prepared to deal with the fact that you will invite controversy (not necessarily in a good way all the time), and not everyone will love you (but those who do truly do).

And last but not least, even if your so-called chosen direction is "unpredictable and different", you still have got to know exactly what you are doing (even if it may seems to others you are just making a mad dash to nowhere).Heehee sorry if I got too preachy...hahaha ignore me if it sounds totally irrelevant to you...I am just triggered off by how nicely your current situation fits in with the lesson I learnt from the Berlin article and thought it would be nice to share it with you."

Hahaha.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Leavin on a jet plane - alone

For some time now, I have been toying with the idea of travelling alone.

There is great joy in travelling with best friends who share your sense of humour and definition of amusement, of course.

But there is also something in travelling alone - make that a certain romance, and a quiet appreciation of the sights and scenes - that travelling in pair/pack simply can't offer.

What's stopping me from taking off on my own and experiencing the table-for-one-please trip somewhere a little further away from home then?

The supernatural.

I really, really, really, can't cope with staying in a hotel room all on my own...let alone take a shower in there. More than one scary movie had warned me that hotel's bathrooms are usually where all the 'actions' begin.

If only I can request to stay in the hotel lobby or something...and get a staff to accompany me to my twice-daily showers in an unoccupied room.

That would be so perfect.

Monday, June 19, 2006

Compliments from client give me wings - but I nearly got branded as a bimbo!

Hang on a second.

Let me anchor myself properly before I begin.

You see, I have been working on various jobs of various genres for this particular biggie client ever since I started working for my heavenly-cum-homely company.

Years passed as I try to hone my copywriting skills and tame my brain day after day after day.

Then one fine day, compliments from them started coming my way...obviously, elation is an understatement.

And then it happened.

One member of the client came down for a meeting at my office...and told my colleague she would like to meet me.

My client would like to see the face behind the works and the face in question looked like death warmed over - how nice.

I panicked.

I squealed to the colleague having the meeting with said client, "NOOOOOO...I LOOKED LIKE A PIECE OF SHIT!"

And then I began a mad rush to search for foundation, concealer, toothbrush, toothpaste...

Then I waited.

And waited.

And I saw the client leaving.

My colleague had sent her away, out of kindness for me...I did tell her I would rather not meet her when I looked like a piece of shit, right?

Oh no.

Thankfully, the client reappeared a few moments later to collect some stuff she accidentally left behind, and having clarified my stand with my colleague (out of earshot of the client, of course), I was finally introduced.

Phew.

I was at fault.

I should have watched my words.

I just did not expect to my colleague to take those words quite so seriously. I mean, did she really think I would find it acceptable to turn down a client's request to meet me? Especially when the client did know that I was in the office at the time?

Good thing everything worked out in the end.

And I am happy.

A significant day in my life...perhaps a life-changing one.

Last Friday was a significant day in my life.

Many of my friends got quite excited over it.

I wore a frilly girly dress for the first time in years.

And it is a 100% interpretation of femininess without my usual funk or rock touches.

I do not even do skirts (except on occasions when I had to be a 'jie mei' to my friends or colleagues), let alone a frilly girly dress, which explained their disbelief and excitement.

"Jian Huo, serious ah?! I find it hard to believe, take some pictures and send it to me?!"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS???!!! THIS I GOT TO SEE!!!"

"What happened???!!!"

"WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Hmmm.

Well...I am proud to say that I think I pulled it off quite competently.

A new-found friend that night told me that, on first impression, she thought I was one of those really girlish, really sweet kinda girl.

See? Told you I pulled it off quite competently.

In fact, I think I might go the way of sweet in my styling from now on.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Just kidding.

Then again, I just might.

We shall see.

I had firecrackers in my ears!

I went for my virgin ear candling session today.

It was a spur-of-the-moment decision after my facial and thus, without having done any research or asking around, I had absolutely no idea what to expect.

And I certainly did not expect to have firecrackers going off in my ears.

It was unnerving alright, but not exactly uncomfortable. The uneasiness stemmed more from the fear of all the cackling and popping sounds that hovered at the top of my head from the burning of the candle rather than from the procedure itself.

In fact, once I got over the shock, it was pretty enjoyable. The therapist got me to tilt my head to lie on my ear and a candle was inserted into the other one. She then lit the candle and all the cackling and popping began. As those were going on, she gently massaged my head and especially the area around my ear, presumably to encourage the gunk to be sucked up.

I did a casual check on google later and there seems to be two general schools of thoughts with regard to ear candling - those who advocate it, and those who are against.

Anyway, I learnt that I am supposed to experience a heightened sense of hearing due to all the gunk that were cleared. Well, it hasn't happened yet, so far.

Next time, I will ask them to do an autopsy on the candle to show me the gunk that came out.

I can't wait!

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Desaru Dreamin'

It is now in the early hours of Sunday, 18 June 2006 as I am writing this.

That means in about 2 full days later, I will be transported to a laid-back world of nothing more than sun, sand and the sea.

Humble Desaru, here I come!

Many questioned my choice of destination.

Well, let's just say that my friend and I have made the most out of what little we have in our banks.

There really are not many beach resorts out of Singapore and Sentosa and Pulau Ubin that can allow us to veg out for 5D4N at a very reasonable $312 per person. And we are taking the Premier Room too, hahaha.

And then there is the journey.

Destinations like Redang, Perhentian and Tioman involve too much logistic issues.

We need a vacation to relax and recharge our fast-dying batteries...not grapple with endless hours of trying hard not to puke on the bus or wondering why we ever agree to suffer like this in the first place.

No, we are not snobs, as you can tell from our final choice of destination. We simply want something simple and straightforward, that's all.

And Desaru is as good as it can get.

I took a trip there once back in 2002, and the journey was short and very much enjoyable.

We boarded a ferry that looked more like a yatch at Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal, and proceeded to climb to the open-air top deck to take in the wind, sun and lovely view, where we ended up staying for the rest of the 45-minute journey.

Upon reaching the immigration and customs house at the jetty, a quiet and old-world charm greeted us. From there, a bus journey of about an hour or less later, we arrived at our resort.

We spent our days strolling along the near deserted white sand beach while accompanied by the huge expanse of equally deserted sea, disturbing the lalas that kept popping up from the sand, and crafting 3D sexy bikini babes out of the sand.

At night, we gobbled down the Nissin Instant Cup noodles we brought with us in the comfort our room (I was even poorer then), which is kinda like room service. I am a master of positive-thinking, as you can see.

Writing about the trip now makes me wish that it is Tuesday tomorrow, which will signify the start of my beach vacation!

But I have not started packing yet...a 5D4N trip away from home will entail a fair amount of packing, even if it is just humble Desaru that I am going to!

And I have not gotten all the essentials like shampoo, shower cream, sun block (I am so so so over my sun-tanning phase after 3 horribly scary bad sunburnts in my life), Po Chai Pills (I always get stomach upset after hotel breakfast from the amount of warm and cold rubbish I consume), insect repellent, slippers, etc etc etc.

Time to hit the bed, anyway!












Shit is the best fertilizer

Like the season of broken hearts as mentioned in an earlier entry, my friends from various circles are also in various stages of 'depression', over various reasons.

I added inverted commas to that word, depression, for they are definitely not going through real depression. Not yet, anyway. I would say they are depressed, but to say they are in a real depression would be a bit of a stretch.

But if they do not work something out soon, they may soon be.

The thing is, shit happens in life, even to the nicest, most decent, more responsible, most intelligent, most disciplined, most careful, most well-adjusted people.

And when I say that, I don't mean it in a bitter way - absolutely not.

Shit is the really the best fertilzer...I cannot stress this enough.

Be it problems at work...a particularly difficult client, a connundrum in terms of advancement...or problems in a relationship, one can learn many lessons from them, even if things don't work out in the end, and become stronger and wiser.

But only if you view shit with the right attitude.

It is perfectly normal and acceptable to express disgust and anger when you suddenly found yourself pushed into a pool of shit.

But what happens after that?

Your situation certainly will not improve if you simply struggle recklessly while spewing vulgarities and visualising horrible deaths for those 'responsible' for your predicament.

Anyway, struggling recklessly will only serve to sink you deeper and faster.

And when you occupy your mind with angry and revengeful or self-pity thoughts, there is no room to start thinking about just how you can extradite yourself from that unpleasant pool like a champ.

Now, having said all that, I have to say that I am not beyond thinking angry and revengeful or self-pitying thoughts when I get thrown in to a pool of shit myself.

It is only human to do that, and I am no saint.

But I have been practising what I am now preaching so far in my life up till now.

And I am happy that I have become stronger and wiser as a result of those pools of shit I sometimes got thrown in, or accidetally fell into either by my own carelessness or a bad stroke of luck.

I must add this disclaimer though: I have no way of predicting how I will react to the next such incident, and I might be a very angry or self-pitying fool who's doomed to be stuck there for a while.

But I know if that happens, I will come to my senses sooner or later.

Life is full of shit...thank goodness for that.











Wednesday, June 14, 2006

It's the season of broken hearts

Contrary to popular belief, I do have a heart to break.

But my heart is intact this June (I really think I am getting really good at protecting it from unnecessary abuses by undeserving parties), while elsewhere, hearts seem to be breaking left, right and center every few seconds.

And I am starting to think that I should seriously consider a career in nursing broken hearts back to health.

I have been having plenty of practise recently, you see.

It's weird, it's like a contagious disease that is getting out of control, the Broken Heart Syndrome is afflicting a hell lot of people out there.

Close friends aside, I am even receiving calls from friends that I hardly keep in touch with (still close friends,nevertheless), seeking a listening ear and a few consoling words.

June is ending soon...for their sake, let's hope everyone will go back to being happy real soon...with or without their current partners.




Sunday, June 04, 2006

Balm for the copywriter's soul

Chanced upon this quotable quote while surfing the net in the name of work. It's indeed balm for the copywriter's soul (or anyone who does a lot of writing on a daily basis)...especially one who recently had to call in the CSI team to investigate the case of her missing brain.

"Writing is hard work. A clear sentence is no accident. Very few sentences come out right the first time, or even the third time. Remember this as a consolation in moments of despair. If you find that writing is hard, it's because it is hard. It's one of the hardest things that people do." - William Zinsser

Like what it advised, I will certainly remember this as a consolation in moments of despair...before I tear out my hair, chew off my fingers or anything similarly drastic like that.

Monday, May 29, 2006

My favourite things

My Victorian-ish lampshade...completed in record speed in the wee hours
My D-I-Y Handpainted "Swarovski Crystals" Nokia 6170...now with zero trade-in value, but it is perfectly alright by me.

My whimsical boudoir...one that I spent countless hours, days and nights to pack, paint and hammer into shape on a minimal budget and with minimal manpower - me & myself!

My virgin 80cm x 80cm acrylic-on-canvas painting...one that I insisted on doing amidst well-meaning advices that I might be throwing good money away on this big piece of canvas and the amount of paint involved, since I had never done any acrylic painting nor canvas painting of any kind before. Well, I was prepared to accept an "abstract" painting should I fail, thus I went ahead with it - and took extra care to ensure it is a reasonably acceptable piece of work.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Joan Chan, and her lessons on life...

There was this article in Straits Times Life section last Christmas about young women in Singapore who were cornered by cancer at a time in their lives where they should be pretty much carefree and free to map out their dreams and ambitions as if they would live forever.

The featured real-life stories were all full of admirable strength and spirit on the part of the female protagonists. In particular, the story of Joan Chan stood out, the 20-year-old who had to battle tongue cancer from the day she took in this devastating news from her doctor at all of 18.

Going by the magnitude of the situation she was caught in, the physically- and emotionally-traumatic experiences she had to deal with over the course of her treatments, which involved major operations, chemotherapy and radiotherapy, and inevitably, the worries about money...it was probably not expected of her to remain exceedinly strong and positive in the face of all these. Yet she had, and her feat had touch and inspired many.

In my opinion, she had won the battle, though she passed away peacefully last week in her sleep after an earlier decision to terminate treatment.

Like what she had written in her blog, I am not exactly the kind of person to do very little else but whine and grip in the face of problems. We both believe in focusing on thinking about the best way to tackle the problem in question, and then putting it into action.

I have always thought of myself as a fighter like her, and I always believe I will be able to find the strength to see myself through any predicament.

However, after reading about her ordeal, I truly wonder if I can deal with what she had faced in the same brilliant way of hers.

I sincerely hope none of us will ever have to find out the answer to this question about ourselves.

Whatever the case, I will always remind myself of Joan the next time I am caught in situations that I find daunting. Situations which, I believe, will no doubt be only a teeny weeny fraction of what Joan had taken on, and won.

亲爱的死贱货

几乎已经想不起究竟有多久没有和我那近20年的超级好友直呼对方的名字。

这近20年的大半段时间里,我们对彼此来说,都是“死贱货”。

忘了是怎么开始的,只知道有了这个称号之后,每每因意见不合而出现不愉快的状况时,只要有一方先用“适度凶悍”(我)或嗲到让人作呕的语气(她)抛出“死贱货。。。不爽啊/神经病啊/对不起啦/不要生气嘛/。。。”之类的话,就会雨过天晴了。

重点是,我们都了解那个过程是彼此给自己和对方化解纠纷的一个台阶,所以不会不识好歹,认为是对方在向自己底声下气而开始摆出高姿态,或对导致那场纠纷的“祸根”咬死不放。

当然,不是什么事都只是以“不吵就好”的方式来处理。。。相反的,我们是绝对坚持有不满或问题就一定要好好的研究研究然后再好好地修理它。

但在那之前,至少要先消除那股火药味,把彼此拉回到一个心平气和的平台,再谈。

不过我们意见严重分歧的经验是少之又少的,面对着同一个我们不认同的人或事同一个鼻孔出气才是常有的事。。。所以说嘛,我们俩都是名副其实的“死贱货”。

虽然是很老套,但一路走来,我们之间的感情真的就如同亲姐妹。从6, 7 岁的两个傻丫头,到十几岁的蒙懂皆怀春少女, 到今天26岁不老不少,对事业,爱情和人生充满着五味杂陈的感觉的所谓大人。。。我们一起走过了一段非常重要的旅程,也见证了彼此生命中各个大大小小的“创举”,“失败”,“骄傲” 以及“挫折”。

我们时常都在想,或许不是每一个人都能有幸在一生当中找到一个就像亲人一般的知己好友。能够拥有一个在对方面前完全无须伪装更无须武装自己的好朋友,一个像是自己肚子里的蛔虫的知己, 或许的确是纯属侥幸。虽然我们在基本思想上是相似的,频率也一样,但在生活中却大不相同。她是100%女人,我是近年来才开始像个女人。她对数字敏感,我则会对数字产生敏感反应。我们除了一样爱唱歌以外,基本上也没什么共同的嗜好。平日我们也都各忙各的,虽然我们都会有事没事就互传超长的简讯报告自己的近况和吐吐苦水,但却是每隔好几个月才会碰面一次。

在这样的情况下,我们的友情没有减热,反而升温,的确是幸运的。

互称彼此“死贱货”这个听起来极度不雅也不是很友善的称呼,是我们身边的家人和朋友都不太能够理解的行为。

但对我们而言,“死贱货”是超级好友的代号,也是再亲切和温馨不过的三个字!

能看见自己的不足,才能遇见进步。。。

别人若犯了错,我就当作是反面教材,引以为戒。

别人若在某些方面表现优异,我就分析他成功的原因,虚心学习。

这样的想法,让我不断地看见了自己许许多多的不足之处,也同时给了我进步的机会。

发现自己有那么多不足之处,一点都不可怕。相反的,我充满了期待。。。期待一直有更好的自己出现。

幸福 = 惜福

人一定要懂得惜福,才会幸福。

而幸福,是需要用心去体会的。

时常和一位好朋友聚在一块儿喝两杯时,都会举杯高喊“但愿我们都能找到幸福!”但我们对幸福的定义却是大不相同的。

他把幸福和爱情画上等号,我呢,则是希望每天开开心心事业步步高升身体健健康康家人平平安安友谊长长久久。

所以我一直在想,我真的好幸福喔!

现在就来点算点算:

1) 每天开开心心

开心是自给的。。。我要开心,所以我往能够让我开心的方向走。谁都会遇见不顺心的事,但我选择用积极的态度去面对。遇见挫折就赶快想该怎么补救,来不及补救就想一想问题出在哪里,自己错在哪里,往后该怎么避免陷入同样的状况。心情低落就和自己好好谈谈,谈不拢就找个好朋友再谈谈。。。有些事,说出来后,就突然变得没事了。若再不行,那随便忧郁个三两天通常也就忧郁腻了,也就自然痊愈了。

2)事业步步高升

从蒙蒙懂懂到终于像个样,一路走来,成绩虽然不算辉煌,但这一路上一直都看得见因为自己的坚持,毅力和努力所换来的成果。尽管进度不太让我满意,但我相信只要我不放弃,继续在各方面加强自己的实力,总有一天,我会交出让自己满意的成绩单。其实在很多方面,我一直都是龟兔赛跑中的那只乌龟。。。一直都记得在中学常年2.4公里的那场赛跑。我到场时只能排在80几个男男女女的最后一位,也是个子最矮小的一位。但到最后,我排名第二,只输给了一位长腿姐姐。起步比别人慢不要紧,步伐没别人快也不要紧。。。只要有非一般的决心和毅力,就一定能带着自己前进!

3)健健康康

多谢老天保佑,尽管我对自己的健康总是爱理不理,折腾多于照顾,烟酒又不离手,但到目前为止,一切大致上也都还算操作正常。我在心存感激之余,也下定决心从现在起,早睡早起,定时运动,少抽烟多喝水。。。可悲的是,每当我这么说,身边的好朋友们都笑翻了。

4)家人平平安安

好不容易,终于盼到了这6,7年来国泰民安,欣欣向荣的局势。一家人和乐融融的感觉真的非常非常非常的好。老妈永远是我最爱的人,当然她也经常成为我那坏脾气的牺牲品。在家里工作时我总有一大堆不讲道理的家规要我老爸老妈遵守,比如不准许他们在我听觉范围里说话,也只有他们才会任由我放肆。最近越来越觉得他们真的老了。。。也更加珍惜那些相处时的温馨时刻,虽然我都不说出口。我老姐呢,则从叛逆少女兼问题制造者成为最佳老婆/老妈/媳妇/大嫂。。。我们当然也老早就随着她终于懂事了而化敌为友。有兴致时,还会开支红酒,抽(好几)根烟,聊聊事业,爱情,和一些有的没的。。。这一天,得来不易。当然,还有我家那两只随着我外甥的出生而被发放到边疆的巴哥狗!超人性化,超可爱。。。看着它们时,更觉得幸福真的可以很简单, 而自己的嘴角也会经常不自觉的向上扬。

5)友谊长长久久

对能够拥有好几个能够掏心掏肺的好朋友们是心存感激的。工作占去了我太多的时间和精神,但他们都展现出非常包容的态度,甚至是苦等了12个小时后,还是没等得到我的出现,也不发火,不抱怨。相反的,他们还会非常关心我吃晚餐了没,累不累。还记得有一回在和工作连续交战了3天3夜后,因缺乏睡眠和忘了进食而在回家的车程中突然感到头晕目眩,四肢无力。倒霉的是空无一人的家里又搜不出半点食物。在这个时候,其中一位好朋友竟然雪中送炭,特地带着热腾腾的面食开车到我家。。。超~感~动!我遇上不顺心的事情时,好朋友们也会一个一个的接力传简讯或致电关心问候,或费心思帮我想对策。能拥有这样的好朋友,我是非常幸运的!这样的好朋友,我要珍藏一辈子!

我好幸福喔!!!

26岁的困惑

是否还记得若干年前郭淑贤曾顶着个爆炸头高唱“困惑,太多困惑,看不清楚是什么。。。”

在26岁这个“离少女太远,离熟女太近”的年龄,困惑还真是一箩筐。要做怎么样的人,要追求什么样的事业成就,要创造怎么样的人生。。。选择常常出现A,B,C,D,E,F,G 。。。or all of the above.

时常对自己说,不要想太多。。。只要在现有的范围里好好地努力求上进,在机会出现时拼了老命地把它抓紧,那就可以了。。。这样的过程,会带我到不一样的地方,看见不一样的风景,我也会因此在“半”不知不觉中到达不一样的境界,成为不一样的自己。所以,不用勉强,也无需做太多安排,反正计划时常都赶不上变化。

但另一部分的我,却又不能安心地去接受这样的想法。

其实这也没什么大不了,我脑袋偶尔会有一点点不清醒,不用理我。。。我只是发发牢骚而已。

“置之死地而后生”之“死马当活马医”

反正都是死,不如放胆博一博。

这么一想,顾虑马上少了,勇气瞬间多了。

抛开那些过于理智的分析,然后纵容自己闭上双眼凭着最原始的直觉去决定下一步,或许就能意外的找到一条生路。

能够达到“置之死地而后生”的最高境界,当事人应该是采取了“死马当活马医”的策略?

性格决定命运

我永远都会牢牢地记住一位算命佬赐给我的10字真言 -- “改运先改心,行运先行动”。

这个和神学毫无关系的人生道理,由一位算命佬来传达,说服力立刻倍增。

只可惜还是有许多庸人宁愿费尽心思和力气去怨天,怨地,怨政府/老板/家人/情人/朋友/邻居/诸如此类。。。但就是打死都不肯诚实且带着积极的态度去面对并接受问题很可能是出在自己身上。

就好比即使你真是遭奸人所害才会陷入困境,那忙着幻想如何将他五马分尸后再碎尸万段之余,也应该抽空想一想自己是怎么中招的 -- 是因为太轻敌,太信任对方,还是因为自己根本就是个能力有限的超级大蠢蛋?

又或者你正在一家非常糟糕的公司上班。。。若无法非常豪气且在无损自己经济状况及事业规划的情况下地宴请老板吃麻辣鱿鱼,你会带着怎样的态度去面对每一天及每一项工作呢?是选择在 粪坑里吸收养分并茁壮成长,亦是怨天尤人,自艾自怜?

不肯自我反省,自我鞭策的人,永远都化解不了他们生活上的困扰。。。当你认为问题都只出在别人身上时, 你已经完全放弃所有改进或解决问题的权力。

只有当我们愿意去纠正我们的思想(心), 我们的机遇(运)才会有所改进。而机会(行运)往往是给做好准备的人(行动)。

就像我老妈子常说的,“性格决定命运”。

西天取完了经,东边应该还有。。。

有一位办事能力极强的同事即将离开我们大夥儿一起共事多年的避风港。她的决定让避风港里的每一位成员都陷入忧郁当中。。。这包括了避风港的两位港主。。。泪洒港口的心酸场面不断上演。

不舍的理由很多。。。除了舍不得一位一直和咱们一起处理避风港每日大小事务和共度过许许多多天灾人祸的最佳拍档,咱们也舍不得一位让我们都觉得处理那些大小事务和共患难是一件乐事的好朋友。

但人嘛,如果有机会总还是应该勇敢地到外头闯一闯,看看世界,曾广见闻,也磨炼磨炼自己的‘野外’求生术。。。所以尽管有万般不舍,我也还是支持她的决定。

离开了避风港之后也许会没一天好日子过,但若真如此,对于一个坚强且绝对不会轻易放弃的人而言,那段‘苦日子’也会奠定她日后的成功。

其实我们真的很应该为她的勇气鼓掌加油。。。不是人人都能毅然离开自己能呼风唤雨的环境,到一个风大雨大的区域去接受严苛的考验。。。精神可嘉,敬佩敬佩!

就像五月天那首“孙悟空”里的歌词所说的,“西天取完了经,东边应该还有”。

要超越自己,寻求突破,就不能老是在自己最熟悉的环境里打转。。。哪怕那是一个最美丽的地方。

听天由命

我是一个绝对不会轻易向老天爷低头的家伙。

可是一个人每天也真的只能分到24个小时。。。所以有些事也只好勉为其难地交由老天爷(又称 Mr Lau)代劳。。。英文称为'Delegate'。

比如说寻觅爱情。。。这种劳心伤神的事我就留给Mr. Lau全权负责好了。

我想姜是老的辣这句话还是有一点道理的。。。毕竟Mr. Lau对为痴男怨女寻觅爱情这项吃力不讨好的任务始终累计了多年的经验。

Mr. Lau, 现在就看你的了!

简单爱

不论是人与人之间的爱,对家中小狗狗的爱,又或是对事业的爱,其实都应该很简单。

“我爱他精明能干却又解风情,所以和他在一起”。。。

“我爱它鬼马逗趣又没心机,所以识它为家人”。。。

“我爱动动脑筋玩玩文字,所以当广告擅稿员”。。。

爱,不一定要有伟大的意义支撑着才是对的。爱,贵在简单。